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I suddenly felt a little empty inside, so I walked over to the wine cabinet, thinking I would grab a bottle. The comments floated past. [Seriously? If Lyra doesn't want Nolan's baby, she can just get an abortion. There's no need to drink on purpose! Damn, she's evil.] [Right? She's pregnant, and Nolan doesn't even know yet. He doesn't have a kid later in the plot, so this one's definitely not gonna make it.]

"My god, Dylan are you serious? I get it's late but you do realize we have an early morning class tomorrow. Drinking on Thursday nights are against the rules." His mouth fell open in confusion. Why would she think he was drinki... At that moment, Kyle's thought came back to him. *When you're drunk, you tell every single person you meet that you're gay* "Oh my god." he gasped softly. "Who's drunk?" He picked up Kira's voice over the phone. "It's Dylan. He says he's gay." Dorry reported and he heard another silence take up phone right before Kira burst out. "Again?! Does that kid really not learn a thing? And isn't it too early to be out drinking? Hey, Dylan!" her voice got closer to the phone

Lucifer watched Draven with deep concern as he watched him drowning in alcohol. "Haunted by lovely Sarah," Lucifer said drunkenly into his glass filled to the rim. "Big bad hybrid is haunted by the glorious beauty who shattered my little meaningless world into nothing, leaving trails of ashed memories behind for me to weep over," Lucifer said before bursting into laughter. "I'm a fucking lyrical genius." Draven grinned at Lucifer. "You're fucking drunk as shit is what you are." "Who's haunting your dreams, Davey?" Lucifer said grabbing another bottle. "Bitchy witch or witchy bitch?"

I was nervous at the thought if she got me like this, I always had a sober impact on her how would she even react watching me like this; tipsy till my toes. We were passing through a tunnel after crossing a door, this whole tunnel was showered in Neon lights, making it really fancy. But for an intoxicating lady dressed in a sexy red long dress, it was nothing but a trap to get tipsy men all handsy with me. I swear. I tried walking straight in although I was failing badly. I tripped at every step. I won’t lie. I left no person untouch, I could walk without hitting their shoulders or in the worst case falling onto them and each of them gave me their weird expressions, seven cussed, I counted.

They stared blankly at her, their eyes zoned out at her face with an overly cute giggle accompanying them. “You gotta be kidding me.” The sound of frustration was overlaid with a concern. “What are you doing drunk at the top of the cliff while the other is determined to kill himself? For fuck sake. Let me rest.” She yanked his hand away from Conan to grab Samuel. “No, no.” But the drunk Conan was just as bad as Samuel. The fact was, the three of them had the same drunk habit. Clingy.

On the day of my abortion, my best friend tried to stop me. "You and your husband have been married for seven years. You finally managed to get pregnant. Why does the baby have to go?" I answered calmly, "Because of a glass of water." Aaron Jefferson had a severe germphobia. He never shared everyday items with me. If I had already drunk from a glass, he would not touch it. Then I found a video on his student's social media. In it, the girl held up her half-finished coffee and brought it to his lips. Aaron leaned down and took a sip straight from her hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He frowned slightly, but a smile still touched his lips. "That sweet, huh? Careful,

I had four days left before the poison consumed my organs entirely. All I wanted was to spend whatever time I had left with the woman I loved, but I could not reach her. The next day, I learned that Enzo Marchetti, the first love she had never forgotten, had returned from overseas. "Let's get divorced. The love of my life is back." I clutched my chest as a searing pain tore through it. "I'm at the family hospital. I've been poisoned. The doctors won't let me leave.” Her voice turned sharp and cruel. "I don't care if you're poisoned or dying. Even if you drop dead the next second, you need to come back and sign the papers." The last trace of warmth inside me went cold. I answered calmly,

I tell whoever’s holding me. “You little bitch I don’t care about some damn boy, and some girlfriend- getting mad at him, because you were dancing with him. You girls are all the damn same as your all-fuckin’ sluts.” The guy behind me slurs, and I know in that exact moment I’m in big trouble. I hope Chad returns soon, but my hope fades when I hear someone at the door, only to walk away.” “Please, sir, let me go and I won’t tell anyone you’re up here. I promise.”

The confessor was not all that nice, as she made him kill his parents. He had no control of himself and didn't know what he was doing. But finally, the spell was broken and he coming back to his senses, he realized all that he's done and lost. He realized how he'd been in bondage for years, and even killed his own parents. It broke him. He mourned for months, trying to get over it, but couldn't. The confessors had fled and went into hiding, but unfortunately, their hideout was discovered - somehow- and they were ambushed.

He looked like a man—handsome, flawed, present. My head spun slightly as I leaned closer, my lips brushing against the shell of his ear. The scent of his cologne wrapped around me, spice and warmth, dangerous and comforting all at once. “You know…” I slurred, the words tumbling recklessly out, “you’re the first person who ever saw me. Not for what I could do, or what I should be. Just… me.” The confession slipped free before I could stop it. A drunken truth, raw and bare.